California Livin' Series: Melrose Trading Post (Fairfax)
Welcome back to my California Livin' Series! For reference, here is a list of all my previous posts in this series. Today we'll be browsing the Melrose Trading Post in Los Angeles! Just in time for Halloween, because everyone here is in costume. Say it with me...
Hiiiipsterrrr!!!!
Oh my goshness. Talk about a study in sociology. I have never seen so many hipsters in one condensed area. Then again I haven't spent much time in Portland.
If you are a hipster in LA, you shop here. If you shop here, you are a hipster. Or a tourist. Or both.
Entry fee is a whole five bucks, though there are most definitely ways around that. Meaning, around... the parking lot... through the back. Or by buying your own smiley face stamp. :)
However, this flea market is worth the five bucks even if you don't buy anything. In itself it is an afternoon's worth of entertainment.
Look through the stalls and stalls of used jewelry, marked no lower than ten dollar a piece and definitely featuring at least one owl (and probably a triangle)...
"Vintage" clothing racks, marked no less than twice that... (yes, all clothes here are "vintage" by default)
Random items exclusive to hipsters and people from the 19th century...
(Not for sale: one-speed bicycles. If you're a hipster that's bviuosly how you arrived here.)
And don't forget your pioneer shoes if you wanna travel back even further...
Plenty of random stalls for those with "unique" tastes: crystals and rocks ("They're minerals, Marie!")...
Scented oils, fabric trims & buttons, coral reef (seriously), lots of furniture, lots of mirrors...
"Vintage" photos are sold here, for those, er, "willing" (dumb) enough to pay for stuff people shot on disposable cameras (are those things still around?). Many featuring Hooters waitresses, for some reason.
They also have food, including a fancy crepe stand. Tasty-tasty.
All in all, an entertaining and slightly overpriced experience for anyone who has a few Benjies burning holes in their cut-off exposed pockets. Proceeds go to Fairfax High, in whose parking lot the post is located.
Hiiiipsterrrr!!!!
Oh my goshness. Talk about a study in sociology. I have never seen so many hipsters in one condensed area. Then again I haven't spent much time in Portland.
If you are a hipster in LA, you shop here. If you shop here, you are a hipster. Or a tourist. Or both.
Entry fee is a whole five bucks, though there are most definitely ways around that. Meaning, around... the parking lot... through the back. Or by buying your own smiley face stamp. :)
However, this flea market is worth the five bucks even if you don't buy anything. In itself it is an afternoon's worth of entertainment.
Look through the stalls and stalls of used jewelry, marked no lower than ten dollar a piece and definitely featuring at least one owl (and probably a triangle)...
"Vintage" clothing racks, marked no less than twice that... (yes, all clothes here are "vintage" by default)
Random items exclusive to hipsters and people from the 19th century...
(Not for sale: one-speed bicycles. If you're a hipster that's bviuosly how you arrived here.)
And don't forget your pioneer shoes if you wanna travel back even further...
Plenty of random stalls for those with "unique" tastes: crystals and rocks ("They're minerals, Marie!")...
Scented oils, fabric trims & buttons, coral reef (seriously), lots of furniture, lots of mirrors...
"Vintage" photos are sold here, for those, er, "willing" (dumb) enough to pay for stuff people shot on disposable cameras (are those things still around?). Many featuring Hooters waitresses, for some reason.
They also have food, including a fancy crepe stand. Tasty-tasty.
All in all, an entertaining and slightly overpriced experience for anyone who has a few Benjies burning holes in their cut-off exposed pockets. Proceeds go to Fairfax High, in whose parking lot the post is located.
Any guess as to who this is?
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